Boyness: "Mozart was deaf you know."
Girliness: "Mozart wasn't deaf. You're thinking of Beethoven. He wasn't always deaf either. He mostly wrote stuff when he wasn't."
Boyness is having trouble hearing, again. Antibiotic drops for his ears, again. This only happens once every year or two, but I can't help but think that that's still too often. He doesn't just get those piddly little "there's some extra pressure there" ear infections, he gets crazy turning-his-eardrum-green-and-leaking-nasty-smelling-fluid ear infections.
While I get a proud moment because my kids remembered something they'd been taught and applied it correctly, and because my son defends himself by deciding that it wouldn't be so bad to lose some of his hearing after all, I hate the fact that this happens to him.